Mess Of A Dreamer
by gosh so sweet
Summary: Once bitten and twice shied. I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye. RH, some HG. Summer at the Weasley's. Before HBP. Read and Review please.
1. One

Okay I didn't get a lot of reviews, but the one's I got, I liked.  
Plus I didn't have it up for that long anyways. Maybe two hours or so.  
But anyways, here we go with it.  
It'll get better, I swear. So. Just try to seem interested. :)  
Also, I apologize for any mistakes. I'm listening to music at the same time, and I tend to get into the music and sing aloud which is really hard to do while typing... I'll try my hardest not to do so. But I am not making any promises.

**Disclaimer:** I own Rupert. We're married. He is my husband. :)

It'd been exactly two weeks since Ronald Weasley had been running along the corridors of Hogwarts, rushing to classes with Harry Potter, staying up late trying to finish his homework with Hermione Granger, and tiptoeing around Professor Snape. Of course he missed Hogwarts, but he was also in a way relieved to be back home. Just so he could gain all his energy back that he had most definitely lost.

Ron had spent the last two week's trying to do absolutely nothing. He would try to sleep in as long as possible, ignoring his name being called every few minutes, knowing he was just going to be ordered to de-gnome the yard. And he was not up for that. It was summer, he didn't feel like doing any work. Though.. he never felt like doing work.. ever. But he'd just use that as an excuse. Sounded better than anything else he could muster.

As he turned slowly in his bed, his eyelids glew a bright red into his eyes. He could feel the sun shining on his face through his window. He slammed his hand along the windowsill, trying his hardest to find the plastic thread that he could twist to shut the shades. But it was no such luck. He slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the sudden blinding that had overcome him and grabbing the plastic thread and twisting it quickly, darkness covering his room once again. But now, he didn't feel like sleeping. He felt like getting up. Which was a first in the last two weeks. He groaned slightly as he stretched in the bed, tossing off the covers as he did so. He grabbed his t-shirt off the nightstand and placed it back over his head, lazily placing his arm through each armhole as he walked out of the room, traveling down each flight of stairs.

When he waltzed into the kitchen, he found his mother with a grin plastered on her face. She was obviously surprised. It was only twelve and Ronald Weasley had gotten out of bed. He wasn't even asked.

"Ron. Nice to see you up while the sun is still shining. I imagine it is because you have a lot to do today. Your room is cleaned right? It better be clean. You know how I feel about guests coming and your room being a mess." She reminded him as she scraped off some old leftovers into the trash, then placing the plates in the sink, flicking her wand and muttering to herself then watching as the plates started washing themselves. She glanced back over at Ron and noticed a confused look across her face. "Ronald Weasley. Do tell me that you didn't forget your friends were heading over today to spend the rest of the summer here..." She scolded him slowly, noticing as his face completely changed.

"Mom, I tota-" But he was cut off.

"I have been telling you this for the last two weeks! Maybe if you started getting out of bed at a decent time you would know what else is going on in the world!" She walked a few steps closer to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Now, you're going to march upstairs, and you're going to clean that room that I KNOW is not cleaned. You wouldn't want your friends to see that you're-"

"A git." Ginny muttered as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge door as she started rummaging through the fruits, looking for one that attracted her senses at the moment. Failing, she shut the door, looking back over. "I told you a couple days ago they were coming over. Remember? I came into your room, and I told you. And your reply was, _'Blimey Ginny, I know. Now get away before I hex the bloody hell out of you_.'" Her voice traveling to a low sounding grunt as she imitated Ron. Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ron as she raised her eyebrows.

"You better not be talking like that to your little sister Ronald."

"I didn't, I swear, I, I uh... I gotta go pick up my room." He quickly let his mom's hands drop off his shoulders, sending his sister an evil glare before he made his way back upstairs, to the top floor, his bright orange room surrounding him once again.

Only one thought entered his mind.

**I should have stayed in bed.**

After pushing things into his closet for what seemed like an hour, and piling useless things under his bed, he finally traveled into the bathroom to take a shower. He honestly hadn't remembered once, being reminded that his friends were coming. But they couldn't be lying to him. He was certain they weren't coming for another week. Or was that a week ago? Well. Obviously it was.

As he walked into his room, fully dressed with new clothes, his red hair slowly drying as he placed his dirty clothes in his newly emptied hamper, knowing his mom must have accio'ed his dirty clothes, seeing as how the hamper had been overpowered with dirty clothes just before he took his shower.

He walked over, grabbing some socks off the floor which he knew must have been dirty, but by the looks of it, they weren't. So they were good enough for him. He pulled them on over his feet, then followed by his shoes. And just in time too, because as soon as he did so, he heard a loud clap. He knew it must have been someone who had traveled by floopowder, appearing in the fireplace. He quickly ran down the stairs, overexcited knowing one of his friends were now in his house. He'd missed them. That's why he had been so bored, and sleeping his life away. When he entered the living room, he was met with his best friend.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, his excitement showing as he met his friend with a hug. It was brotherly. He always felt like Harry was his brother, even if he had enough brothers to last him a lifetime, and he was clearly not redheaded.

"Ron." Harry laughed, hugging him back before stepping back. "I heard from your mom that you didn't even remember that we were coming. I'm not surprised that you are excited." Harry was used to Ron forgetting things, so it wasn't as if it hurt him. It never would. "Hermione here yet?"

"Does... it look like she's here yet?" Ron answered, looking around and then back at him. It was quite a stupid question. If she had been there already, she would have already greeted Harry. For the boy who lived, he could ask some stupid questions. Or at least that's what Ron thought.

"Don't be so rude, Ronald. I'll levitate Harry's bags up to your room, and you two wait in here for Hermione. She said she'd be a tad bit late, but that she would come around the same time. So I don't want you two wandering off to play Quidditch."

"We won't, mum." Ron replied, ushering her up the stairs with Harry's bags before turning back around and sitting in one of the chairs next to Harry. "So, how have the muggles been treatin' ya?" He asked, knowing it wasn't going to be any better than usual.

"Oh, you know. The usual, ignoring my existence until it was time to leave. Then they gave their usual fight, Petunia clearly mad at the thought of me traveling by floopowder. She just cleaned the fireplace the other day. That woman is mad, I swear it." He shook his head as he sat down beside Ron. "But how've you been?"

"Well... Good. I've been sleeping mostly, a little Quidditch with Ginny here and there, but other than that, sleeping. And eating, of course." He smirked, eyeing Harry as he laughed. There was no surprise for either of them. And Ron knew Harry was about to make a joke until another clap surrounded the house. He looked over towards the fire place and watched as a few books, followed by luggage, flew out of the fireplace, then as the smoke cleared, they watched as Hermione straightened out her shirt and wiped off the ashes, a dark line of ash spread across her cheek as she muttered a few curse words. She slowly walked out of the fireplace as she looked around the living room, her eyes slowly forming across Ron and Harry sitting in the chairs, her lips immediately curving into a smile.

"RON! HARRY!" She exclaimed, running over to Harry first, engulfing him in a hug. Ron couldn't help but scratch at his head awkwardly. For some reason that bothered him, but he truly didn't know as to why. He watched as she headed over to him, he stood up, watching her struggle to place her arms around his neck. He was much too tall for her, but he wrapped his arms around her waist all the same. Their hug seemed to last longer than needed. "I missed you." She muttered, Ron smiled slightly as he muttered it back. He assumed she must have said that to Harry too... Right?

As they backed away, he laughed slightly, his thumb trying it's best to wipe the ashes from her cheek. "You alright?"

"I'm quite alright. Just a rough journey. But it usually is. Sorry I'm so late."

Ron and Harry exchanged skeptical looks, late? She was maybe 2 minutes late. That was even considered late.

"It's no problem. Harry's only been here for a few hours." Ron assured her, patting her shoulder as he held back a grin. Harry nodded with a yawn.

"We've been waiting forever."

"Oh no. Really? I thought we agreed that we would come around 2. Didn't we agree to that? Didn't we? Didn't we say we'd come at too? Oh my. I was sure that we did. I was sure I wrote it down right. Was it really 12? Maybe I didn't see the 1 in front of the 2. Stupid mistake really." Ron silenced her by trapping his hand over her mouth.

"Easy, 'Mione. We're joking with you..." He knew it wouldn't be followed by a nice remark.

"Oh, real nice boys. I've been here for about 3 minutes only. And you are already complete and utter gits." She grabbed one of her suitcases and muttered quiet words, that Ron thought would of course be hurtful if spoken out loud, and stomped up the stairs.

"Wow. Already in a row." Harry exclaimed shaking his head.

"This'll be a long summer." Ron muttered, running his hand slightly through his hair as he looked over at Harry. He knew Hermione would come downstairs looking for them in a few. She always did. "Quidditch?"

"Quidditch." Harry replied, knowing as well as he did that she'd cool off. And with that they exited the livingroom, into the kitchen, and outside.

**I know it's like a horrible place to end. But, I'm ending it here. :)**

**Review please, so I know someones interested and that I should continue.**


	2. Two

I didn't get much reviews, but I liked what I did. And plus, I just like this story. SO I'LL KEEP GOING FOR MY OWN PERSONAL PLEASURE THAN. Hahha.

**Disclaimer: **Again, I own Rupert. 3

Ron and Harry found themselves playing Quidditch against Fred and George. Fred and George were in the lead before Ron purposely through a quaffle at Fred's head, full force. The redhead fell to the ground with a thump, luckily only being a few feet from the ground. It was nothing to how high he could have fallen during an actual game.

"Blimey! What a slip of the hand. I apologize greatly..." Ron replied quickly as he hopped off his broom and ran inside. He didn't feel like dealing with their hexes. Seeing as how they were old enough to use magic outside of school. He felt Harry following him, laughing slightly as they entered the house.

"Ronald Weasley, I hope it was not of purpose to knock your own brother off his broom." Mrs. Weasley started, her lips firmly pressed together as she looked at him angrily. Ron rolled his eyes slightly and walked past her. She already knew the answer, so she didn't bother pressing the issue. She just hoped he wouldn't do it again. "Harry dear, hope you're quite alright?"

"Oh. I'm fine Mrs. Weasley. No quaffles to the head for me."

Ron glanced around the room, surprised to see Hermione still wasn't down. They'd played for like an hour, he was sure she would have came to see them. But she hadn't. "I'll be right back." He mumbled quickly before climbing the stairs up to Ginny's room, expecting to find her there, but she wasn't. With surprise, but also curiosity, he traveled up a couple more, looking for her. Until he ended up at the top floor, his room. She wouldn't be in there, would she?

He slowly opened his door, surprised to see she was sitting on his bed, looking around. It wasn't as if she'd never been in his room before. "You lost?" He asked, a soft smirk spread across his face as he looked at her, of course he had to be a bit careful. For all he knew, she could still be mad at him. It was Hermione after all. She seemed to hold grudges at the most random of times. She looked over at him as he spoke and he could have sworn he saw a deep shade of red spread across her cheeks.

"No. I just, I don't know. I was just looking..." She then paused, she didn't have to be nervous. This was Ron she was talking about. "I never realized how comfortable your bed is." She exclaimed, looking up at him as she felt the color returning to her cheeks.

"Well, I didn't think you would. It's not as though you sleep with me every night." He didn't mean for it to come out as weird as it had, and by the smirk on her face, she found it funny. Which was good, he never knew with her. "Here." He started, walking closer to her, he gently took a hold of her shoulders and laid her back on the bed, then picked up her legs and placed them so they were on the bed, so she was laying flat on her back. "Now get comfortable. You can't just say my bed is comfortable by _sitting_ on it. That proves nothing."

Hermione grinned the whole time, watching as he made sure for her to get comfortable. Ron was always so unpredictable. He seemed to mature at the most random of times. Once she was on her back, she took his words and tossed to her side, still facing him, and placing an arm under his orange pillow cased pillow, placing her head upon it. She had to admit, she could fall asleep just then.

"See. I can tell. You've got that dreamy look in your eyes. Just like I do after I eat dinner, cause 'm always ready for bed." He smiled, smugly. Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew this. He always had a glazed over expression after dinner, and seemed lest interested in absolutely anything that was going on.

"I have been very busy lately. Packing and such. It's no surprise I'm tired." She explained, taking matters into her own hands by lifting herself up slightly and grabbing the blanket form under her, pulling it back up over her body. Ron watched with his eyebrows raised, never had he pictured Hermione, in his bed, under his covers... Voluntarily. "Hope you don't mind." She muttered as she closed her eyes.

"Not at all." Ron replied quickly, rather dumbfounded. He sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at his hands for a second as he thought. He wanted nothing more than to lay back, beside her. Which was odd. Why would he have wanted that? Well.. of course it was because he liked her. He had no trouble admitting that. He had for the past couple of years. He just hadn't acted, or said anything. It was his lack of guts.

He didn't feel like lacking in the gut department anymore though, so he laid himself back, pulled the covers over himself and faced towards her, watching her eyes flutter open as she felt the shifting in the bed. He could tell she was rather surprised. And he was searching her face, and her eyes, for any sign of disappointment or discomfort but he found none.

"I'm tired too, you know." He muttered, thinking he needed an excuse as to why he was laying in his own bed.

"I didn't doubt it Ronald. You're always tired. If not that, than hungry." She replied seriously, then a small smile spreading across her face. He nodded slowly in agreement. Well, atleast she wasn't mad at him. That much he could tell. He actually liked when they weren't in a row. There weren't many times that they weren't. So it was these little moments that always got him.

Hermione found herself staring longer than needed into his crystal blue eyes. She had personally never saw a pair of eyes as interesting as his before. She always seemed to be able to read him, by the color shifting from light to dark. Whenever he was lying, his eyes would look down at his shoes, and they would immediately turn a dark blue. But when he was telling the truth, he'd look her straight in the eyes and his eyes would be as clear as water. Unless of course he was nervous, which seemed to be a lot, in which case they'd change back and forth.

She found it weird that she knew that. She knew a lot about him. She could almost read him like a book, but then again she couldn't. She knew how he'd react to some things. But then out of the blue, he'd say or do something completely different, and unexpected. Which wasn't a bad thing. Not at all.

As they both stared, quietly, into each others eyes. They found a deep comfort. They didn't say a word, but they knew each other felt it. They could tell. The satisfied small smiles that stayed planted across their face. And the ability to stay in the silence, without twitching with nervousness, or coughing, or breaking the silence at all.

They felt like they could have stayed like that forever.

Until they heard someone coming up the stairs, and Ron guessed it had to be Harry. He let out a soft sigh, not going to hide that he was bothered. But Harry was his best friend, and a guest. And of course he wanted to spend time with him. But he just came at the wrong moment. He didn't even feel like getting up.

"There's the whole summer Ronald. Don't look so down." She smirked, watching as he stood up and walked over to the door and opened it to see Harry, as he expected. Hermione staying laid in the bed.

Harry wouldn't think anything of it.

Or at least that's what they thought.

**HORRIBLE ENDING I KNOW. But I have to go to bed, and I'm sick.**

**But review, please. So I know to keep going.**

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	3. Three

**Okay I'm being ordered to write this or I will die! So, writing!  
No explanation, bye!**

As Ron opened the door, to reveal a confused Harry, he ran a hand through his hair. He did tell Harry he'd be right back, and instead it had taken so long that Harry came up himself and was met with an awkward Ron, and Hermione laying comfortably in his bed. Harry raised both his eyebrows at Ron, as if asking him to explain, and he just widened his eyes. Luckily, Harry got the hint to not even ask, and he walked in anyways.

"Your mom wants to ban Quidditch from you, you do know that, right?" Harry asked him, taking a seat next to a few Chudley Cannon's books. Ron shrugged slightly, he wasn't too worried.

"Banning you, why?" Hermione asked, suddenly interested as she glanced down at both of them.

"Genius Ron over here threw a quaffle at Fred's head."

"Why on earth would you do that!?"

"Entertainment." Ron replied, a smug smile as he shrugged once again. He had no excuse. He was just bored, and it wasn't as if the twins never did anything like that to him. "Don't worry, he's fine." He figured that was probably the first thing that was worrying Hermione. She worried about everyone.

"Ronald, what am I going to do with you?" She muttered, turning around in the covers to face the wall. He couldn't help but want to lay beside her, his arms wrapping around his waist. He heard a clear of the throat and turned to see Harry eyeing him.

"What?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his lips. He knew that Harry wasn't stupid. Sadly, it'd be much easier if he was.

"You know what." He paused, nodding his head towards Hermione. "What?"

To other people, this conversation would sound extremely confusing. And they were waiting for Hermione to say something, but they were met with soft breathing which meant she must have fallen asleep already.

"I don't know, Harry. Honestly, I don't know." He whispered, making his way over to Harry so that he wouldn't wake up Hermione.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"Sorta... well no. No." He didn't exactly know. "What do you mean by something?"

"Well, what do you mean by sorta?"

"Oh bloody hell." Ron cursed, "Will you just spit it out, mate?"

"What were you two doing before I came in?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh at the confusion that was going on between both of them.

"Just.. laying."

"You were too?"

"Yes. It's my bed! I'm allowed to!" He defended, looking up and down Harry as if he was a prat who was attacking him.

"Hey, calm down. I never said you couldn't! It's just.. you two get weirder and weirder."

"What's that supposed to mean....?" He asked, curious to know what he thought.

"I mean.. one second you hate each other, other times you two are inseparable"

Ron didn't know what to think. It was the truth. The second she got here, they hugged, and she said that she missed him. Then, she ran up and called them both gits. Then she was in his room, laying with him in his bed. It was a whole mixture. He didn't know how to feel. And he didn't know how she felt. He thought maybe there was a chance she might like him. But then again reality spoke to him. He was Ron Weasley. Hermione Granger did not like him. She was too smart, too talented, for him. He was everything that he wasn't, and everything that he was, she was better at. Except Quidditch. That was really all that had. He gave a slight sigh as he looked at Harry, as if for some help.

"Don't worry about it, we've got all summer." He laughed, and Ron nodded. He had heard the same from Hermione. As he glanced over to make sure she was still asleep, he looked back over at Harry.

"Let's go back downstairs. Don't wanna wake her up." He muttered, opening the door as Harry walked through it. He gave one last look at Hermione all cuddled up in his orange blankets and left with Harry. Damn Harry. Always ruining the moment.

**Sorry it's short, next time it will be better.  
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	4. Four

**I promised a few people I would update now.  
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_And you've got a big, big heart and you share it with the world,_

_But they don't share with you._

As soon as Harry and Ron were downstairs they found this time to just rest. They both rested in one of the chairs in the living room, talking about how their Summer has been so far.

Harry told Ron about his newest arguments with the Dursley's. Nothing new, or too surprising. They were always complete gits, so Ron and Harry just made jokes about what happened instead of actually dwelling on it. Ron took the time to explain what he did the whole summer. Absolutely nothing. But Ron didn't dwell on that either. It's not as if he had something to do anyways.

After about an hour, they found themselves in a deep game of wizards chess. It was quiet, except for a few jokes back and forth, until they were met by Ginny, who was smiling rather big. Ron personally found it creepy, and awkward. He wanted to ignore it, but it began bugging him.

"What?! What do you bloody want!?" And with that, he raised his eyes up to see Hermione, her hair tied back and a bit more curly due to the nap she had, arrive behind Ginny.

"See, I told you it wouldn't take him long to freak out." Ginny laughed, turning around and rolling her eyes as Hermione smirked.

"Honestly Ronald, all she was doing was smiling." She smirked, pulling herself up a chair to sit and watch them play. It was Harry's time to move, and he was taking his sweet time, but Ron placed his gaze back onto the board, until he had what he thought was a good answer for her.

"But it was creepy, and there was absolutely nothing to smile about... Therefore she just didn't need to smile." He watched as Hermione shook her head, and Ginny dived onto the couch behind them, stretching her body out as she faced the back of the couch, obviously ready for a nap herself. "Anyways, how was your nap?" He asked, his attention moving back to the board, to make sure Harry wasn't actually accomplishing something and then back at Hermione.

"It was.. rather nice. I fell asleep faster than I usually do." She smiled, her eyes thankful, which he nodded in return. As if he understood her gesture.

"Oh, you're welcome any time you want. Anytime." And then he replaced his sincere smile with a goofy grin.

"Oh you're so rotten." She mumbled, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep the smirk off her feet. After what seemed like 5 minutes of silence, she finally looked over at Harry, and then back at Ron. "Seriously?"

"Yeah..." He mumbled, then looked back at Harry. "Listen, can I just make your move? No matter what you do, I'm gonna check mate you either way." He finally confessed. He wanted Harry to actually believe he had a chance. Because if he defeated him, simple and easy, he wouldn't wanna play as much. So even if Ron had a few check mates a half hour ago, he'd simply let Harry keep going. Plus he felt sorry that Harry wasn't as talented as him at Wizards chess.

"You mean to tell me..." Harry started, his eyes drifting up, and as they met with Ron's, narrowed. "That you knew all along that you were going to check mate me, but you made me sit here like a prat and try and find a way out of it?!"

"Um, yes. That's what I mean to tell you." Harry then grabbed a random piece, slamming it down in front of one of Ron's.

"You aren't supposed to grab the pieces Harry, you know that. They get quite mad. They'd swing at anything." Ron tried telling him, but found it was no use as Ron's queen smashed into Harry's king, without Ron even getting a chance to get to say 'check mate.'

"Oh what a surprise, you win. I'm going to take a shower before dinner. I think I can still feel the ash from the trip over here." Harry never really mastered Floo Powder, and always seemed to get himself covered in soot. And with that he disappeared up the stairs.

"Someones being a git loser." Ron mumbled, taking out his box and stuffing the pieces and chessboard in, he could feel Hermiones eyes on him and quickly turned to look at her.

"You think you'd put that in nicely since it's your treasured game and all..." She smirked, shaking her head. "Oh. I made your bed for you, by the way. After messing it up."

Ron just stared at her. Leave it to Hermione to actually make his bed. It wasn't like he made it everyday. His mother ordered him to make it before they showed up. But he could see Hermione being one of those clean freaks and nodded his head. "Well, thank you. I wouldn't have minded if you hadn't. You are the guest. But do as you please." And with that, he kicked the box of Wizards chess over to the side of the room so it wouldn't be a hazard, and then turned around, seeing Hermione's eyes on him.

He wanted to ask her a question, more than he ever wanted to. But he didn't exactly know how to say it. As his eyes drifted from hers, he glanced around the room, trying to think of how to word it.

"What is it, Ron?" She asked, taking a step closer. She'd known him for to long. She could tell when he was thinking. The look he got on his face, the way he wouldn't make eye contact and he'd get all silent.

Ron took a deep breath, he couldn't just say nothing. She knew him. "When you said, we had all summer. What did you mean?"

And that was the question she was dreading. She honestly didn't really know what she meant. In a way, she did. But it was kind of hard to describe, and it was kind of embarrassing to explain to him. She shrugged softly, not drawing her eyes away from his.

"What did you mean?" He asked again, his voice soft, as if begging her.

"I meant we have plenty of time.. to let whatever happens, happen. No need to rush." And she was hoping she didn't say anything wrong, but when a smile appeared across Ron's face, and he engulfed her in a hug, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped them around her waist.

He usually wasn't the type to hug. Of course they'd done it before, example, earlier that day. But they didn't a lot. Mostly because Ron acted as if he needed his space or he'd suffocate and die.

He rubbed her back gently before pulling away, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead before smiling.

She felt like she was in a bliss, a complete and utter bliss. She loved when things were like this between them. Though she couldn't really say a moment where things were this good between them. She felt as if he was maturing by the minute, but he was still his same old self as well. Which made her happy.

"Want to.. hang out in my room until Harry gets out of the shower? Cause then I need one, and I'm sure you'll want one..." Of course, it was like Ron to give an excuse as to why they'd be hanging out in his room, but instead of Hermione answering, she placed an arm around his waist, Ron doing the same with her and she pulled him up the stairs with her. He didn't have to ask twice. She found it comforting hanging out with just him.

But what they didn't notice as they walked away, was Ginny turning around, her eyes wide. _Plenty of time to let whatever happens, happen._ Well. She knew they both fancied each other out of their minds. One thing was for sure, she was gonna make sure it'd happen. And she'd get Harry in on it.

**I'm sorry if that wasn't long. I'm slightly tired. But I think it's longer than the rest! Or else I hope.  
Please review, xx. **


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